Cold granite brushed against my cheek. As violent convulsions swept over me, the stone bit into my skin and left scrapes like red crayon marks. I had no nerves left to feel any pain, and even my senses were deadening. A heavy, sibilant voice echoed through the void.
"So comes the end of the Sorceress Queen Akeremun. Who would have imagined such a thing for a monarch whose power seemed absolute?"
The speaker was a reptilian figure that looked remotely human. He was clothed in a dark blue robe. His reptilian skin was the mark of the Infested; ones who voluntarily bred a demon within their flesh and minds to increase their power. I was lying flat on my back on a gigantic altar of grayish granite. Any clothes I might have possessed were torn and stained beyond recognition.
"We thought that we might simply dispose of you in public. Perhaps a little carnal humiliation would have sufficed to entertain us all before your living cremation."
A dull sense of anger washed over me,